“My, my, Little Swan; what’s gotten into you tonight?” he all but purrs. “Dancing with strangers like this, giving them a show of what’s mine.” He drags the tip of his nose over the shell of my ear. “Inadmissible, don’t you think?” His hands move higher, and he flicks the top of my dress down to cup my breasts, making me gasp. “Dorran, there are people arou–” “You didn’t think much about that when you were shaking your pretty little ass in their midst,” he says. His tone sounds casual rather than accusatory, which sets me at ease. I glance around, and realize that no one is actually noticing
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